On Being a Girl (Continued).

This is more on being a girl, only this time I share with you my perspective from the 'east.'  Many of you know that I am vehemently opposed to being labeled a girly girl...ask me to define what that exactly means, and I still fumble for words.  Just don't call me high maintenance...!  (Only my dad is allowed that).

You can't really be a girly girl out here.  Even for me, who prides myself in being low maintenance, has longed for certain beauty products, such as cotton pads and skin toner.  I finally purchased some "white convergence water," which promises to "disappear proportionally, aside bright skin."  See inset.  Um, yeah.  I just need to get the dirt off my face. 

You also have to get used to wearing the same outfit.  Not just over and over, but in consecutive days.  I think three days is about my max. 

Despite the fact that I can set aside girly longings here, I'm still a girl.  And being here has put me in the role of damsel in distress more often than I'd like.  Whenever I'm home and run into snafoos, I'm quick to shout a loud "Dad!' and my good 'ol dad, who knows he's outnumbered in the gender balance in our family, is gracious enough to bail me out.  Who do I call upon here?  Within our first week, we were quick to realize that we were two helpless females...we needed help carrying furniture up to our 6th floor apartment, setting up our router, fixing our leak, fixing our washing machine, putting our water bottle into the cooler, oh and the list goes on. 

There are sometimes I wish I wasn't a girl, but then again, I'm humored that it makes me see I have limits.  So I may be helpless, but not hopeless.  My Greatest Help abides with me still :)